PONYTAIL

Ice Cream Spiritual... or ice cream headache? It's hard to decide what the Baltimore four-piece had planned for their second album, a clattering eight-song odyssey into garage rock.

The chaos largely ensues from singer Molly Siegel's non-traditional vocals (essentially a series of shrieks, coos, howls and whinnies), while the rest of the band (two guitarists and a drummer, no bass) churn out stop-start tempos that swoop and hurtle, rarely coming to rest. The result is akin to bottling one of their energetic live shows, and it makes for a thrilling, if not altogether bump-free ride.